Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
10cc,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.